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While Avari was getting pats on the back from crowd, Summers was getting his energy through his own self determination and willpower. The boss couldn't keep getting upstaged by the rookie. At seven he pressed to his feet and spun around in a Michael PS Hayes fashion and fell to the ring apron.



Summers tries to slide into the ring but as he started his slight leap in, more fell from the sky towards him. It seemed like the fanbase had made their decision of who they want to win and was making their voice felt, not heard. Quickly a flurry or batteries hailed onto Summers who climbed up on the apron to avoid them. The continuous pelting made it hard to catch a grip on the ropes and welts began forming on his body. As he got his body fully on the apron, a carburetor crashed into his back sending him over the top and onto the mat below. Shooto style. The Marauder could only let out cries and show the anguish on his face.

Freak had done some time in Puerto Rico and always told stories of the crowds there. Even during his pirate gimmick, Summers never did much time on the island circuit so he could only go on the tales he heard. Summers was hoping for this kind of heat, the lawsuit Neil F. Sexton could bring to WWFG over this could yield significant gains. The company needed a little leverage going into forward.

The CEO didn't know what to expect but he began to crawl his way towards the center of the ring. Like a puppy at birth, Summers was painfully searching for something to latch onto. Paul started to rise and screamed. At Summers to shoot a half. The Marauder heard the roar of the crowd and could only pat himself on the back at how great he was, the payday for this was worth the damage.

Summers slid his legs up to get himself to his feet. Walking like a newborn giraffe, BS was stumbling forward towards the also pained Fusion. Feeling his back against the wall from all of the pressure Avari was putting on him, Summers made a desperation play and a callback to earlier in the match.

Almost as if he was trying to catch himself from slipping, the Marauder looked reach his fingers to the eyes of Avari and dig in for a classic eye rake. Super dirty. Very heel-ish.

Summers was blown up at this point. He'd had to put in too much work rate so far compared to the spectacle of his Wrestlemania, which was not saying much. TRT doesn't do much for cardio. With Avari getting checked up on by the referee, Summers would look to take out the hot prospect's knees from behind with a chop block.

The fans in attendance were ready to rush the ring at the benign heel work of the Marauder. What a worker Summers is, but he knew he had to get the win fast and get out of Puerto Rico faster at this rate.

Summers rolled up to his feet after driving his forearm into Avari's leg sending him down. Seeing the opportunity to finish this match, the Marauder went to the corner and climbs up to the classiest turnbuckle, the second. This was the move that put down Hiro at Wrestlemania, the Second Rope Fist Drop.

King: Haha! JR you ready to see the most effective move in Sports Entertainment?! Haha! Ha! Summer is going to hit the mark right on the tee on Avari! You know what that means JR?! Haha!

Russo: Lemme tell you something JR, you sit there and clamor for your Bill Watts and your Tim Haynies bro but you don't really know s**t about what draws people in this business. I'm surprised Joey Styles isn't sitting here but he let everyone know earlier that he's just a big MARK!

JR: Why don't you just shut up Russo. You're a gawdamn hack and a disgrace to this business and back in Oklahoma, we would've beat you until you looked like my Sweet n' Spicy JR BBQ sauce. Summers has taken advantage of any little ridiculous break he could get and I'm gawahahdamn sick of it! Joey Styles came here to talk about wrestling and you ran him off! These damn Marauders are killing the business!

Russo: Whatever bro, I'm a Christian, I can turn the other cheek. How do you turn bro? Your massive cheeks couldn't swerve any audience. Me? Bro? I'm a master auter. Top right uh.

King: It means Avari has Low T! Hahaha! Ha! Ha!

Summers would raise his gloved left fist up in the air. Paul, still stuck on the ringside floor raises his left fist up. Vaseline Man is leaned against the barricade with his fist up. Rusoo stands up with Jerry Lawler both raising their left fists. The whole Puerto Rican crowd, remembering Savio Vega's time in the Nation of Domination, raise their left fist. Summers got his footing and took a deep breathe to prepare for the life threatening leap.

Summers dropped off the second turnbuckle and looked up toward the stage. He could only look confused up towards the top of the entrance ramp as Nick Williams made his return to wrestling by calling out the recently returned himself star. The Marauder CEO was standing mouth agape holding the top rope facing away from Avari.

With the apparition of years past talking to the Marauder, Summers was paying no attention to the immediate threat in the ring. Pulled backwards by the roll up attempt, Summers had hid shoulders pressed into the mat. Chunky Charles slides over with more pace than we've ever seen from him. The official slaps the mat.



After the third smack Summers shot his shoulder up, but it was too late. Going hysteric out of the screwy finish, Summers would run around the inside of the ring pantomiming a kick out and yelling to the referee. Why was Nick Williams back? What was his purpose in WWFG?